Page 53 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

He groaned. “Getting close.”

I teetered on the precipice as he came undone. The familiar tickling started in my balls and bubbled upward. “Gonna come!”

He thrust even faster, and then his hips froze as he called out. The spurts deep inside me were starbursts of pleasure, and they took me over the edge as I came hard. We were locked together as one, grunting like wild men, as he filled me up and I painted the space between us with my cum.

When we finished, he collapsed on top of me. His dick slid out, and a warm drizzle of cum trickled down my crack. When he rolled to the side, I snuggled against him chest to chest, smearing my mess between us. We clutched each other, trading lazy kisses as we settled—me with my head pillowed against his shoulder, and him with a protective arm draped across me.

I was almost asleep when he moaned and rolled onto his back.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“I should be asking you that. Did I hurt you?”

“Do I look hurt? That was incredible.”

He grazed a finger across my chin. “It was for me too. You don’t feel weird about it? No second thoughts?”

“Damn, Sven. It was the best thing I ever did.”

“Oh, was it now?”

Wondering if I should’ve made such a confession, I put on a smirk. “Well, except for winning the Cup three times back-to-back.”

He scoffed and tapped my arm. “Motherfucker.”

I leaned up enough to give him a quick kiss. “I’ll be back. Need to get something to clean us up.”

He put a hand on my sticky chest. “Fuck no.”

“I have to. We’re gross.”

“I know you’ve never bottomed before, but there’s such a thing as fucking etiquette. The top cleans both people.”

Dubious, I narrowed my eyes. “You’re full of shit, Holmer.”

“I’m not, I swear.”

I studied his face, and he didn’t flinch. “Is that really a thing?” I asked. “Some kind of secret gay code?”

“Don’t know about that.” He sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed. “Call it Sven’s Rule. You just gave me the best sex of my life, and—” He cut himself off and stood. “Be back in a minute.”

I sighed as he padded off toward the bathroom. It had been the best sex of my life too, and content didn’t begin to describe how I felt. Sven was my big, tough-guy D-man, and I’d be wanting that from him every day.Shit, I’m in deeper than I thought.Who knew where this might go, but we were heading there fast. What we’d shared was more than just a good fuck—it was an emotional exchange, our first step toward an uncertain future.

Chapter 15

Sven

The Barracudas logo on the players’entrance mocked my aching body. Last night, I’d gone to a Congressmen players-only cookout at Drew’s that was a blur of too many beers and too much bullshitting. This morning, I was paying the price. And of course, Pip had called at the asscrack of dawn saying we had to work out early, and that I should meet him at eight o’clock. Well, here I was, and I didn’t feel like lifting any fucking weights.Men det va då fan!Fucking hell! Shit! Cursing all day wouldn’t help anything, so I took the stairs instead of the elevator, hoping to get my blood circulating.

Pip was waiting in the locker room, wearing a big grin along with Barracudas sweatpants and a matching shirt. The mischievous gleam in his eyes was a neon sign flashing trouble. “Hey, babe. Guess what?”

I eyed him suspiciously, wishing he’d lower his voice a few decibels. “What’s going on? You must have got a lot more sleep than I did.”

His grin faltered, then morphed into a sheepish smile. “Maybe, but…” He tugged at his shirt and looked into my eyes. “The ice is free in the arena.”

My heart sank. I should have known better than to expect a normal workout today. “There’s ice?” I asked. “Special occasion?” The arena rarely put down ice during the off-season.

“A high school hockey camp starts this afternoon.”

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